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Originally Posted by wolf
See you and raise you.
My mother worked as a secretary in the Guidance Office of my high school. Confidentiality? What's that?
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I can see that and raise you to the limit. My momster ran both the bookstore and the cafeteria at the college I attended.
Actually, the only reason I agreed to go to North Carolina Wesleyan College was that because she worked there I was able to get quite a discount as a "day student" while my family agreed to save money to send me to the University of Colorado at Boulder, which was where I really wanted to go but out-of-state tuition was obscenely high. That meant the momster still had full control over what I wore, my hair, music, friends, driving, even what time I got up and went to bed. It wasn't bad enough that I had to go to a home-town Methodist college which specialized in training ministers, I had to see her every day, all day, and of course all the other faculty and staff watched my every move and reported back to her as only Southerners can: "Well, I don't know if I should really tell you this, but did you know your daughter cut her Biology class today and was out on the Quad with that awful Jewish boy? It's such a shame..."
To top it off, the year she managed the Cafeteria (while they were recruiting a professional manager but had not yet been successful) the quality of food hit an all-time low and there were a lot of student complaints. I began carrying a paper bag of spices - garlic salt and Seasoning Salt were my favorites - to load up what they served to the point where you could no longer taste how tasteless it was. I'll admit that it wasn't so much the momster's "fault" that the food was bad as that she had no experience whatever at this but had been drafted to fill in because she was the President of the college's secretary, but it still got blamed on me by association. Plus I had to cringe in mortal embarassment everytime I went through the serving line, never knowing what had been reported to her about me that day on one hand and hearing the rather nasty gripes from the rest of the students on the other.
After nearly a year of spending every day and night of my life with the momster things were at the breaking point, but I found a way to turn the tables on her. I went to the Dean of Women Students and told him that if I couldn't get a work grant so that I could move into the dorm I was going to kill myself because my mother never let me have any privacy and was micromanaging every breath I took. I really poured it on, because I knew that he COULDN'T tell everybody about it. He agreed to talk to the momster, who also had to back down and let me go to the dorm, because SHE didn't dare let the word get around. So my life finally began when I was 18 and managed to "run away from home" at least a few miles from my family, at least for part of the day. I finally started growing up, I finally had my first date, and a lot of other firsts. And I finally got to the University of Colorado and never looked back again.